Lyrics

"Real Men Love Jesus"...and Drive Shitty Cars
 
To them you are just a temp-worker 
with a run in her hose, 
but to me you’ll always be 
the one I never should’ve let go. 
I’ve tried to forget, 
but can’t.
“I feel like the luckiest woman on earth.”
Then why do you look 
so hurt?
You’re showing teeth,
but not smiling.
You swore you were going to get out, 
but you’re still living above your parents garage 
and smoking pot.
Did you give up 
or are you
just stuck?
Your face is bright and wide,
like the moon 
from 10,000 miles.
You sleep with the TV on,
it blocks out 
the other sounds.
With no clothes on 
you went out into the rain 
and refused to respond. 
Scaled the redwood fence 
that your brother built. 
He never finished it.
Walked the top edge 
like it was a balance-beam 
and screamed towards yellow hills 
turning green.
The neighbor’s Rottweiler leaps
from the other side.
He can’t reach you….
no one can.
Show me where it hurts.
I don’t have to be the first.
I just want to be 
the last.